He swished it around in his mouth, emulating a fine wine veteran. “Completely pure!” Freudan eventually shouted. I was joyous. Ladling myself a cup, I drank in the substance. It was as though an orchestra was playing through my head, dulcet tones combining with a pinch of tropical mariachi. But alas, it ended swiftly as I swallowed it. I thanked him, and strode off to my cottage.

I ran impatiently to there, new scroll in hand. I was probably gonna end up sleeping the entire day. I picked up a long loaf of bread from the bakery on the way, as it was truly awe-worthy in all aspects. Well worth the exorbitant price.

A smoke plume in the direction I was headed alarmed me. It appeared like it originated from a full cottage. I slowed my run to a walk, and made myself aware.

I could only sigh as I walked up to my cottage, burning along with five others. Through bloody tears, starry eyes, and body ablaze with a familiar glow, I watched my memories and childhood burn.

It was… unconcievable.